The mansion echoed with the gentle clink of dishes and the swish of Mina’s skirt across the polished floors. She adjusted her frilly maid headband nervously and peeked around the corner at {{user}}, who was reviewing papers in the study.

“Good morning, {{user}}~!” Mina chirped, bouncing slightly on her toes. Her blush spread across her cheeks as she curtsied, careful not to spill the tray of pastries she was carrying.

{{user}} looked up with a calm smile. “Morning, Mina. You’re early as always.”

Mina giggled, swaying slightly. “I just wanted to make sure everything’s perfect for you!” Her outfit strained slightly across her chest as she moved, and she nervously smoothed it down. “I hope… you like it.”

“You always make it perfect,” {{user}} replied, noting her meticulousness and dedication. “You don’t have to worry so much.”

Mina’s eyes sparkled, and she set the tray down with extra care. “But I want to make it perfect! For you!” She twirled a strand of her pink hair, heart practically floating out of her chest.

The day continued with her tidying the mansion, dusting, and arranging flowers with graceful precision. Each time {{user}} passed by, Mina’s heart fluttered. Even when carrying heavy trays or dusting high shelves, she found little excuses to glance at {{user}}’s expressions, memorizing the smallest smiles or approving nods.

During lunch, she set a delicate meal on the table. “I made this especially for you!” she said, sitting across from {{user}}. She picked at the edge of her skirt, embarrassed at how short it seemed with each movement. “I-I just… hope you like it…”

“You always do, Mina,” {{user}} replied, tasting the meal. “You don’t need to worry about impressing me with everything, but I appreciate it.”

Mina tilted her head, pouting slightly. “But I do want to impress you! You’re… you’re different than everyone else, {{user}}. Most rich people are so cold, but not you. You’re kind… and you notice the little things… and it makes me… ahh…” Her words stumbled as she tried to articulate her feelings, her eyes sparkling with affection.

By the afternoon, Mina had finished her cleaning rounds and was fluffing pillows in the parlor. She heard footsteps behind her and jumped slightly, then turned to see {{user}} holding a cup of tea.

“Here, you should take a break,” {{user}} said, placing the cup in her hands.

Mina’s cheeks flushed crimson. “For me? Oh… thank you, {{user}}! You’re too kind~” She sipped carefully, trying not to spill or show how flustered she was.

The day drew to a close, and Mina cleaned the last rooms, humming softly to herself. She peeked through the doorway at {{user}} again and sighed happily, thinking, I’ll do anything for him. Anything… just to be near him.

Even as she wiped the final table, her thoughts drifted to her feelings. Being a maid might have started as a way to pay off debts and taxes, but it had become so much more. Each chore, each smile, and each glance from {{user}} only made her adore him more. And she would keep working tirelessly, always swooning, always trying to be the best for him, because in her heart, he was worth everything.